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"No, don't say that," Rene shakes his head. "This is happening to all of us. I know you don't wanna be down there, watching . . . all that. We worry on nights when you don't come, you know? We worry that he's done something to you. You know that, maybe, you turned away."

He lets that thought sit there for a moment while he rests his throat. It's the truth. He worries about the kid. And he likes the kid. But he also hopes the kid can help him, maybe help them all. "You do help when you come talk to me, you know? It helps a lot." Rene pulls himself into a sitting position. "Listen, Cassidy," He pronounces the name with the Southern penchant for dropping syllables so it sounds like Cass'dy, "do you you know where we are? Or do you ever go outside, maybe see anything that might help us figure out where we are?"